Finally,
leaves fall
and branches lay bare,
naked to the whipping winds.
robin’s nest
abandoned and exposed
Winter
approaches
with the odors
of Death, and decay.
ideas and ideology
pride and empire
dreams and naivete
divine grace –
all dead.
what is the shelf life,
of Destiny
Manifested
Completely
on broad scarred backs
and stolen land?
birth of a nation realized,
now comes the growing pains
viewed through eyes sardonic
of jaded young hearts.
Spring
hopes
eternal.
but not yet my brother
not yet my sister
not yet
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